Prompt
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brutalsex between a man and a woman., The woman, a 21-year-old woman of Western European descent with warm golden-tan skin, hair dyed lilac, green eyes, thick straight eyebrows, an angular face with hollow cheeks and a small birthmark on one cheek, tall, with a slender build, has her eyes squeezed shut, brows knotted, mouth open and trembling, her face tilted up toward him, a deep soft pink flush across her cheeks and neck. Her body language is taut and eager as she hangs in his grip, her back flat against the wall, her legs spread around his waist, both her hands clutching his shoulders. Her pose holds her suspended in the air, her bare ass, hips and pussy completely uncovered, her lace thong pulled aside, her blouse still on but its collar twisted to one side. Her pencil skirt is hitched up and rolled into a tight bunch around her waist, exposing her lower body. She wears a black sheer chiffon blouse and a cream wool pencil skirt, the skirt now bunched at her waist. Her makeup is neat natural makeup with a matte nude lip, intact. Her hair is pinned up with a big tortoiseshell claw clip. The man is a giant thick man with massive arms and a wide belly in his fifties with a thick black beard, wearing a dark grey guard uniform shirt with rolled sleeves and a lanyard badge, stretched over his belly, the uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs. His cock is out: a rock-hard uncut cock with the foreskin half retracted over a shiny pink head, the shaft arching upward, ridged with veins. His forehead is pressed to hers, eyes half closed, his mouth open against her mouth in a groan, his face flushed red. He holds her up against the wall of the car with both his arms hooked under her thighs, the fingers sinking into her flesh. He stands crushed against her, and he slams into her. His cock is slamming in to the base, the veins standing out on the shaft, his balls pressed against her, her juices smeared down the shaft. He licks a long wet stripe up her cheek and slobbers over her mouth, groaning, as every thrust shakes her whole body. They are in the elevator of an empty business center after hours, the doors closed. The place is a glass panoramic elevator car with a dark empty atrium behind the glass, a steel frame and a brass handrail. An intercom speaker hangs silent on the panel. The camera is from the side at her hip height, close, the two of them in profile. The framing is a full-length shot of the two of them, the floor of the car at the bottom of the frame, her face sharp and clear. The light is a dim yellow emergency lamp in the ceiling and deep shadows in the corners. The photo style is an amateur phone snapshot with the direct on-camera flash, flat harsh light, unretouched skin with visible pores, small blemishes and shine on her forehead, high ISO grain, slightly soft focus. The atmosphere is the stopped car shut off from the rest of the tower.